Golden, Arches, Lunch
We are the only people finishing up lunch in the back of a restaurant in a sleepy little square . A man pops his head into the door and asks me if I want to buy honey. The owner of the restaurant angrily begins to shoo him away. We assure the owner that it is okay. How in the heck did that honey vendor know I was hiding back here? My parents buy the quart container for me even though they have a surprise for me waiting at home: a case of honey!!!
I love my mummy and poppy!!!